Black Flower

Black flowers, that fate

Separated her from us with pain.

Want to cut it from her soul

and live her life with an empty space

but it only gets cover and replace.

Strong on the surface,

But her essence turned to ash,

From the ash an altar is raised.

Life has already mistreated her,

Happy to live without this gray world.

Under the tropical moonlight

singing her favourite song,

That turn the earth into garden of Eden.

Black flowers, that fate, 

Separated her from us with pain.

So afraid, To try and fail,

Fear of losing one more game.

Sometimes fragrance, aroma of nature

 yet poison, that hugs you and give sleep.

Eyes of water, where her freedom is wrecked 

want to separate what is real from dreamed ,

A frontier between her world and reality.

With illusions she marked her destiny,

but she didn't want to escape,